"Go on. Explain what you have in mind," Quinton said getting straight to the point as he downed his caffeine.
We both sat on the sofas down the hall from the doorway and I shook my head.
"No. We wait for Alexander," I replied and ran a hand through my loose hair.
I was surprised when Quinton didn't argue with it as he was the impatient type. He simply smirked and shook his head.
"Fine."
As if hearing our impatient pleas, the door sounded with a knock, then another.
As I began hoisting myself up, Quinton grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
"Its open," he called out.
I gave him a sideways glance as he just winked at me.
The doorknob twisted and slowly opened. I had no idea why, but my heartbeat accelerated as I felt anticipation pump my veins and weird knots appeared in my stoma
